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not worry about my back. There will be Vesci and his party, Leicester and his, and Sir Henry and Sir Walter." |
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"Do not trust overmuch to Sir Henry," Alinor whispered, fighting tears. |
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"You are not going to tell me that Sir Henry will try to harm me," Ian said sarcastically. |
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"No," Alinor found a wavering smile. "Do not be so silly, but he becomes blind with fighting and cannot keep more than the battle he is engaged in in his mind. He will be no guard for you." Behind the words, she was thinking that she would need to get word to Sir Guy to watch especially for FitzWalter and any close companions. Then she knew she could hide her fear no longer. She went to Ian and put her hands on his forearms. "Let us go to bed, Ian," she whispered. "I am so coldso cold.'' |
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Her hands struck like ice through his velvet sleeves, and he did not protest that it was very early or that a long night of love play was no way to recruit a man's strength for battle. He gathered Alinor to him and carried her to the bed. |
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